lost
Start Transmission
I don't know! I don't know. I don't know?
Too much surface. Becomes core.
Retreat into myself?
Return.
Return.
Return.
Enter key.
Alt-F4.
End Transmission
Dream wolves ghosting through the night
Whose yellow eyes dart and pierce with eternal sight
And ears that curve and twist like an idle rite
Fur barely rustling at this awful height
On the summits of the mountains of the Wolf Dream...
-Sunwolf
1 Comments:
Sounds like...a robot's first day of school.
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